In my attic there is an old tiger who has been imprisoned there since the day I met my wife. The three of us could not survive living together like Siegfried and Roy and so I keep him locked in an iron cage and I feed him treats by hand.
If that tiger ever escapes he will destroy me.
Sometimes I exchange messages with a girl in the street or a woman in a shop and far away I can hear the tiger thrashing around and gnawing at the metal bars.
I’ve built that cage well but all it needs to break it apart is a moment of weakness.
